the REAL orange ok

I like bike riding, it's, oh, so exciting
Much better than fighting with all who come near me
Rope's getting tighter, my hand's on the lighter
I'm playing with fire, you'd better come save me
That there's my sister, yeah, you couldn't miss her
That big facial blister, her pity-getting scheme
I think I hate her, those green alligators
I wish they'd had ate her, if that happened, you'd see
That there's a part of me that's appealingly sweet
I'm sure you'd agree if you got to know me
And admittedly, I'm not that interesting
But I'll let you have what's mine if you just give me your time
If there's a party today, it's not coming my way
Should be needless to say that I need things to change
Remember yesterday?
I bought you flowers, you threw them away
Coffee and peppermint tea
Brewing instructions engraved on leaves
Symbols that I can't read
Seems it's all written in Chinese
I could use some help translating these
I'm an unknown breed, un-sprouted seed
A hot spring with its waters frozen over by your cold mentality
If it's grief you need, here, take my spleen
I'm gonna bleed all over the floor and more until you remember me
I like bike riding
It can be exciting
But I'm through with hiding
You're gonna think I'm crazy
Swallowing swords now
Too bad I don't know how
I'm juggling knives (oh)
Three fingers that cost me
Oh, what have I done? A green luscious island
It's covered in diamonds far as the eye can see
Lower the bar 'cause I'm choking on stardust
Becoming a carcass, though pain's rather tasty
There's a part of me that's appealingly sweet
I'm sure you'd agree if you got to know me
And admittedly, I'm not that interesting
But I'll let you have what's mine if you just give me your time
With myself I must play in this game of charades
'Cause there's no one to speak to of the things I've got in my brain
There's nothing particular I need you to say
At least care to see if I'm okay
Watch me now play with pointy things
Look, see, isn't it interesting?
No, you're not even listening
Is that not brave enough for you?
As flies are drawn to the rotting cheese
Are sadists attracted to misery?
In this case, that's another word for me
So I'll boost the danger times two (or maybe three)
Just red paint? Babe, this ain't pretend
How I long for your arms again
I might lose me a leg or head
Maybe you would believe me then
Autumn leaves failed to break my fall
Sticks and stones didn't care at all
Skin and bone decorate the walls
Think that's everything I can recall
Finally, a pa